Hey, you nuts and other poets... guess what I did? I snuck into the new software Ron doesn't have up yet! LOL! Hope Nurse Cratchet doesn't catch me! Worse yet, what are the penalties for Passionate break-ins? hehehe... well, just thought I'd step forward and admit it before I got my hands caught in the cookie jar lid, if y'know what I mean! Hey, Ron! Nice goin', little buddy! Can't wait 'til we can ALL be let in through the front door. *mumble, grumble... usually tryin' to break out... this Thyme I break in? What's with me, anyway*
I've Broken In! or How 'Bout Them Hacks! (ROFL)
I've broken into this here place!
I'm Justin Thyme, so Justin Kace
you didn't know that I'd break in,
I'm here to tell you with a grin!
I've broken in! Oh yes I did!
'Cause you cannot allude this kid!
I snuck in through the locked back door!
How did I do it?, you implore?
Well, that, dear friends, I can't admit.
But I am here! Be sure of it!
This breaking in thing is my crime,
that's why they call me Justin Thyme.
When I was seventeen and cool,
I broke into my locked High School
and piled the chairs up to the door
so students could get in no more.
I figured summer would come quick
if doors were locked with my cute trick.
But soon they found me in the gym
just sipping whiskey! Things looked grim.
They took away my cap and gown
and told me I must leave that town.
They charged me with a break-in crime,
but I hired lawyers Justin Thyme.
The lawyer, Snide, he was dad's boss
and he worked hard for me (at cost).
He told the judge I was just nuts!
On oath I claimed, "I'm Seymour Butz.
Beneath the bleacher's where I stay!"
(That's what I told them, on that day).
And they believed, without refute,
and locked me in an institute!
For twenty years I'm in this joint!
And so you ask, what is my point?
Well, it's just this, my poet friends
the state won't let me make amends!
And so I have to find some glee
'cause I won't ever find the key
to let me out this 'stute I'm in...
so fun today is BREAKING IN!
Justin Thyme aka Leonardo DaVinci